I Must Go On

FRANCES S. LARKIN

Sometimes I want to linger on the hills,
And gather flowers that grow along the way,
And dip my tired feet in sparkling rills,
That laugh as little children laugh at play:
But from these dreams of sense that error fills
I must go on.

For I have caught a glimpse of loftier height,
Where Truth's white banner beckons, flashing free,
And angel footprints, passing through the night,
Have formed a path of light-touched thoughts for me:
From imperfection into God's great might
I must go on.